I watched Yuri plane take off.

I was leaning against the giant window, hot tears sliding down my face. I had spent the last half hour crying because he was leaving today. I didn't think it would hurt this much, but it did. The moment they called for his plane, he waited as long as he could but when he had to go it felt like some part of me broke off.

It was going to take him awhile to get to Saint Petersburg so I probably wont get a call from him until late at night or tomorrow morning. I don't know why I was crying, feeling like I was never going to see him again. I hate goodbyes I guess, I was scared back in Rome before Yuri came up with the crazy idea of coming here.

“Jocelyn, we should go.” my mom said behind me and I lifted my head up from the window. Yuri plane was already gone and he really did feel so far away already. I turned and followed my mom out of the airport.

 As we drove home, Yuri offer of me coming to live with him in Saint Petersburg crossed my mind. I brought my finger up to my mouth and chewed on it for a moment. I've been trying to figure out a way to bring it up to my mom. Yuri was frustrated that I hadn't asked before he left, but I was just so nervous.

It was hard for my parents to let me go off to Italy for a year. I'm not the baby of the family, but I’m the only girl with four brothers. Even after I turn eighteen they're going to be so protective of me. I know they can't actually stop me from going, but they'll make me feel guilty. I was so scared of the idea of moving so far away though. My home is here, everything I know is here. Back in Italy was a chance, my dream of going to Italy and I knew I was coming back. Saint Petersburg? Moscow? I don't know since I was so homesick the first weeks until I met Yuri.

“Mom,” I started as I looked over at her.

She smiled, “Yes Jocelyn?”

“I have something to tell you.” I said.

I watched her smile disappear and a concern look appeared on her face, “About? Oh God, don't tell me you're pregnant? Oh no, you are!”

“What?” I questioned, my eyebrows furrowed together. “Of course not, that's crazy.”

She glanced at me and chuckled, “Oh thank God, you're to young to have a baby. I knew those old bats at Church were paranoid.”

“Nice of you to amuse that's what I was going to tell you.” I said. “No, no pregnancies or anything. But it is serious.”

“Okay, then tell me.” she said.

“Well, what if I told you,” I paused, hesitating for a moment. Slowly I spoke, “Yuri thought it would be a cool idea if. . . if I come live with him in Saint Petersburg after graduation.”

My mom pulled the car over on the side of the rode and I knew that wasn't good. She turned to face me with a hard look but she forced a stiff smile, “Russia?”

I gave her a nervous smile, “Yes, Russia.”

“He wants you to fly all the way out to Russia?”

“After graduation.”

“Jocelyn, you're to young to go living in a different country.” she said. “You should just stay home.”

“But mom, doesn't it sound like a fantastic idea? I could go to a different country, different culture. It'll just be like when I went to Italy.” I said.

“That was for school, not a boy.” she said. “I like Yuri, I do. He's a sweet boy but everything is totally different when you're living together.”

“Like?” I asked, arching my eyebrow. “Not every couple need to be married to live together, mom.”

“No sweetheart, not that. It's different, you both need to pay rent and bills. He'll want one thing and you'll want another. You both will become different people and you'll want to come back home. It's hard living on your own, Jocelyn.” she said.

“You think I can't survive without you or dad?” I asked.

“No Jocelyn, that's not what I’m saying. I don't want you to go to Russia and have your heart broken. It isn't a fairy tell, everything is always different when you live with someone.” she said. “And yes, I am concern you living with Yuri.”

“I'm going to be eighteen in February.” I said. “And Yuri not like that.”

She stared at me for a moment before sighing, “Jocelyn, I can't tell you want to do since you are growing up. You want to go, it's okay. We all need to explore the world, make our own mistakes so we can learn from them.”

“Moving to Russia wouldn't be a mistake though.” I said. “Even, I want to be with Yuri. He had a hard time here, not allot of people liked him or they only liked him because his father famous. I'll be coming back to visit allot for holidays.”

“Like I said, it's your life.” she said as she turned to face the steering wheel. She stared at it for a moment with sad eyes before she turned the car back on and drove home. I felt bad for making her upset.

YURI

I knew I was back in Russia when the plane landed and I saw snow everywhere. It was foggy a little and fresh snow was falling from the sky. I sat back in my seat and placed my beanie over my head. When the plane made a stop and we could get off, I moved a little slow. I only had a three hour sleep since so much was on my mind and it was now again, I have to get use to the time difference.

As I went down the escalator my father and mother was waiting for me. My mom had a big smile on her face and my dad did to. When I got to the bottom, she took me in her arms and squeezed me tightly. She kept telling me how much she missed me and I was never leaving home again for such a long time. She started crying and I rolled my eyes, rubbing her back.

“Da, da mom I missed you to.” I said, kissing the top of her head.

She chuckled as she pulled back and looked over me, “Such a handsome boy my son is. So tall, you tower over me allot. You should have worn a better coat, you'll catch your death out there or have you forgotten the weather is it here?”

“I'm fine, ma.” I said.

My dad held his arms out for me and I hugged him. He patted my face, “Glad you're home, Yuri. Now I can prove to you how much things will be different.” He put his arm around me as we walked out of the airport. I put my sunglasses on even though the sun was barley out because of the people flashing cameras at me and my dad.

My dad had my stuff put in the limo trunk and my mom didn't leave until all my stuff was ready to avoid leaving me alone with my dad. She had her arm around mine tightly and like a mother, she was checking me over as if something was wrong me and pulled my beanie down further on my ears, saying I would catch my death if I didn't dress more warmly and how I should remember the Russian weather was much more colder than the westerns.

“Nadezhda, will you quit it.” my dad said. “He isn't four years old anymore.”

She gave him a cold look before looking at me, “Excuse me? At least I care enough? Do you see what he is wearing? This hoodie isn't thick enough, his jeans are rip and is that dirt?” She scoffed, “And those shoes. Dirty. It's alright, Yuri, I'll get you a new pair and—“

“My shoes are fine.” I said. I turned to her, “You're right, my clothes aren't fit for Saint Petersburg weather, but it does in America. Look, I'm eighteen and I can wear what I want now. Kentucky is my other home and this is how we dress there.”

She frowned up at me before sighing heavily, “Alright, Yuri.” She turned around and walked over to her limo. I ran my hand down my ran, calling out to her to stop but she ignored me and got into her car. I bit my bottom lip, sighing heavily. I don't understand why she was so bothered about everything since I am back home. Well, maybe not 'home, home' where I grew up most of the time.

My dad put his hand on my shoulder and turned me around. I got into the limo and looked out the window as the limo drove away. Everything in Saint Petersburg still looked the same as it did the last time I been here.

“You start school tomorrow Yuri at Volkov. It took me big time to let them enroll you in since all the students usually attend their freshmen year, but I talked them into it. You have five pairs of uniforms in your drawers at home. I'm really glad you decided to come back here with me.” my dad spoke and I just listened. “I know over the years haven't been great, but I wanna change that. No more movies for awhile, I promise. Arina has set up a big party for you arrival. See, she is trying to make everything better to by being a better stepmother. She assured me this time she will try to get to know you better, Yuri. Please, don't argue with you. I want my wife and son to get along. Yuri, are you listening?”

I turned my head and nodded, “Da.” I said but I stopped after that when I looked back out the window. I wanted to tell him his wife was a slut and I was running straight up to my room when I get there because I don't wanna see her. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. I looked at the screen lock and Jocelyn was the wallpaper. I unlocked my phone and opened up my messages. I texted her, but I knew she was asleep, I miss you.

 **Stay tone for the squeal BACK TO HER**